It slips in when you’re not looking,
like poison in your drink.
It eats away at your insides,
feeding on comparison
like maggots feeding on rotting flesh.
Once it has its hooks in you,
you won’t pull them out easily.
Those proverbial seeds send roots into your soul
and shoots through your heart and mind.
Confidence in pieces on the floor.
Tread carefully among the shards.
The path you thought was safe
may not be.
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Melissa, this is my first of these I’ve read of yours. Wow, so powerful!
I can relate to this post, I had a few days of feeling that way. Ouch the poison snuck in somehow. It snuck in with physical tiredness, it seemed to emerge from one of those dreadful lulls of womanly hormones and emotions.
I also realised it’s challenge to my artwork, my dreams, my hope. I had also been reacting to a difficult relationship that I just processed inside.
What’s wonderful is that the poison can wear off. I chose to reach out to other understanding encouraging creatives, and friends. I managed to face that difficult relationship and make changes. I woke up again and realised even how much more deeply I love the power of art and creativity. I realised that though I had felt so small and worthless, it was from this place we can unite and be powerful. Taping into our frail centres to find our true strengths, hopes and deep desires reignited.
Thanks Melissa, a simple note you present, a powerful experience we may all travel through.
Thanks for sharing this, Sue. I feel the same: it is from this place that we can unite and be powerful. 🙂